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Pale Religious Letchery

Theatres des Vampires

Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in
deadly black,
with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his
accepted brethren
whom, tyrant, he calls free; lay the bound or build
the roof. Nor pale
religious letchery call that virginity, that wiches
but acts not!

For every thing that lives is Holy